Charlotte Bowe is one of Ava Daniels many aliases, and possibly the one that she can fully embrace. Having lost her reason for living, only for it to be replaced by another, Ava goes on one last mission. Out of the clan she's known for so long as ex...
My mother once told me a story. One of life and love. It wasn't one of those with princesses or princes. It was one about us. My sister and me. She told us how she knew we were coming before we did. She said she had been feeling a tingle in her heart, so she knew we were going to come soon. She told us how dad rushed her to the hospital, how he was so nervous but excited to meet us. She explained how dark and snowy it was out. How beautiful. She said it was the perfect night, the perfect time. Emma came first she said, but she wasn't breathing. She was so afraid that she didn't notice I was out yet, only 3 minutes after Emma. She said I gave her a terrible fright when I gave the loudest scream she'd ever heard. She said I kept grabbing at the air, searching she thinks, for Emma. But the doctors had her, trying to get her to breathe, get her heart to start working. Mom said she cried so much when the doctors announced that Emma wasn't breathing. She said I wouldn't stop crying, wouldn't stop reaching, until finally they placed me next to Emma. Mom said that she'd never seen anything like it, neither had the doctors. I had gripped Emma in my tiny hands, pressed my lips against hers and screamed, giving her the air in my lungs. She said, only seconds later, Emma screamed, crying like babies are supposed to. It was a miracle they announced, something truly impossible, yet it happened. Before the doctors had even attempted to give Emma oxygen, I came and saved my sister. The doctors had all the wires hooked up to Emma, and they tried to take me away from her, so they could make sure Emma was okay. But every time I moved away; Emma's heart rate would slow. Mom said, I was Emma's heartbeat, she needed me. Emma couldn't live without me, and I her. She said I loved my sister so much, that I gave her the very breath in my lungs, without even knowing it. It was Emma and I's favorite story. Even though the tale told of how much Emma needed me, I didn't understand then, how much I would need my sister, until they took her away. That's when my own heart stopped beating and I had no one to give me air.
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I scan the dark building. Its haunting quality giving me a brief shiver of recognition. Even after all these years, I am still affected by its daunting exterior.
It wasn't very imposing, but its depiction came to light once inside, where my feet silently crept too. Emma's in there. I'm not sure why but I know that she is. In some ways I suppose that, it is thanks to this very building that I can currently feel my twin's whereabouts.
I creep closer, hearing the echoes of the past. Screams of begging children. Children like Emma and I, children who were changed in the bowels of this haunted building.
I scan my surroundings. The facility was kept on an island, hidden amongst the large trees. I was surrounded by the creatures of the night, creatures like myself who were on the hunt. I eye the cameras to my left and right, watch the motion light flicker red, as it rotated, its mechanical eyes in search of those that did not belong here.
